After the Reunion Ch. 09

Then all of a sudden, a picture appeared. It was a yard, looked like a backyard; nice and green, lots of trees, no pool, about a six-foot wooden fence around it. My picture looked like glancing around, just like it is when you move your head around suddenly, again, like seeing through someone else's eyes, all in perfect 3D.

"Hey man, hope you're still with me," Jonah's voice. "Sorry about no picture all day today, but figured you'd want to rest up a bit. We didn't do much today, anyway. Had a hell of a good screw in the shower this morning. Damn, that Shanice is a good fuck! You would've probably enjoyed watching that but I didn't really want to get my expensive glasses in the shower. You know these things cost me over four-grand?"

"That girlfriend of Shanice's and my bro were over part of the day. Damn, she's gorgeous. Reminds me of some actress, just can't think who. Wish to hell she'd put on a show like my Shanice did last night, but she backed out. And my wimp brother let her. Can you believe that? He just let her! Think they been doin' lots of fuckin', though."

"Speakin' of Shanice, she's getting ready to go out. I'm gonna give her a real treat tonight. We're going out to the best steakhouse in Sacramento, Morton's. Then she wants to put on another show tonight. Think she kinda liked that, I know my customers sure as hell did! Oh, just thought I'd let you know, her butt's fine this evenin', good as new. That butt butter does its trick, good stuff. Anyhow, I'm gonna shut you off and go enjoy dinner with my girl. Probly turn you on later. Bye." Before he turned it off, I heard him say, sounded like to himself, rather than talking to me, "Damn, gonna hate sendin' her home tomorrow."

And it went black.

It stayed black the next several hours. I hated that he kept referring to my wife as 'my girl.' I'd come to accept that she was Shanice to him, and I'd even started calling her that sometimes, myself. But she isn't 'his' girl! I do have to admit I wanted to see her on that stage again.' I just hoped she didn't forget she had a family at home, a husband and two adoring kids.

My picture FINALLY came back on almost ten that night. And what a picture it was. My wife was just putting her foot on the first step onto the stage. I took a deep breath and what I knew what was about to happen. The Deejay had apparently just introduced her as I heard the name, "... Shanice," that sounded like the end of his introduction.

I heard a whisper from Jonah, "Dinner was good. She was the main attraction." He laughed, then, "Damn good to be me, huh, Bud."

Shanice was taking those steps so slowly in her heels. Her back was bare down to right above her panty-line, and she was wearing the yellow dress from the day she and Tanya had gone to meet these guys in Reno. My cock was instantly hard.

Her dress was short, barely reaching a few inches below her panties. Then, when she was on the stage she turned around to face the crowd. I was momentarily stunned. I knew what the dress looked like, with the big 'V' all the way down to below her cleavage, almost to her navel, but I didn't expect her to be wearing the gold chain across her nearly bare chest; the chain with the nipple clamps on each end, her nipples practically poking a hole in the dress. Had she gone to dinner wearing that? I couldn't imagine her going anywhere in it, much less to a family restaurant.

When she reached the top of the steps, the music started and she began to dance, gliding back and forth across the stage and teasing with the 'V' of her dress, pulling it aside just not quite enough to show a nipple. There wasn't any of the fear on her face from the night before, only the lust. I wondered about the vibrator, if it was inside her.

The crowd was different than the night before, chanting the obligatory, "Take it off, take it off," over and over again. Her lipstick was a deep red, blush on her cheeks, much like she was that day when Tanner and I goaded our wives into calling their new black friends.

She turned around, her back to the stage, but looking into the mirrors along the back wall and reached behind her to untie the halter behind her neck. She turned around just slightly, craning her neck so that she was looking at the crowd with a slight smile on her face.

My wife turned the rest of the way around, got a big smile on her face and slowly lowered one of the halves of her top, revealing one breast, then the other, the clamps firmly attached to each very erect nipple. Damn, this woman looked sexy. Even other than the fact she was my wife, but she was! And that upped the sexy factor astronomically. Jonah's camera zoomed in on her showing how distended and erect her nipples were with that clamp attached. This wasn't the magnetic one that I'd seen, this had actual clamps attached to the very back of her nipples, tight to the areolas.

My cock was hard like a granite stone. I wanted to rub it, but not until this show was over. I liked that feeling of extreme horniness while my wife was putting herself on display to all those people.

She wriggled her body, pushing her dress down over her hips. She had to push it down because it was so tight. Jonah looked away, around the room, at the throng of black faces all clamoring for my wife to strip. When he looked back at Shanice, the dress was on the floor and she was stepping away from it. All she had on was a tiny pair of black panties, not doing any more than barely covering her waxed pussy. When Jonah zoomed his camera in, I could see how transparent they were, nothing more than a thin, filmy material covering her and exposing her at the same time.

She danced back and forth on the stage, acting like she was loving every second of it. She tugged at the nipple clamp chain, pulling her boobs, wincing, like it was painful. As she danced, she removed the clamps from her nipples and flung the chain out into the crowd. Jonah followed it with his eyes and there was a man holding it up like it was a winning lottery ticket.

When he turned back to the stage again, Shanice was just pushing her panties down. Then I couldn't stop myself. All I was wearing were boxers and my cock was poking out through the hole. I grabbed for it and squeezed for just a moment until I started to feel the orgasm grow and forced myself to close my eyes and let go. My heart was pounding a hole in my chest and I wanted my release, but my willpower took hold and I opened my eyes back up to the scene unfolding at that instant on our big-screen TV.

I presumed that she still had no idea this was being broadcast to me.

Once my Adriana was naked, the music finally stopped and she started gathering her only two articles of clothing. She slipped the panties back on, then the dress and walked back to Jonah. Watching her put those things back on in front of all those people was almost as sexy as watching her take them off.

She never got sat down before Jonah took her hand and led her away, to a door which he unlocked with a key, then inside. It was an office, probably his own. Once inside, he never said a word, just pushed my wife face down on the desk, pushed her legs apart, pushed her dress up above her panties, put his hand under the elastic and ripped them off of her. Addie let out a muffled scream and jerked, trying to straighten her body back up to stand, but Jonah just pushed her back down, her face contorted, twisted sideways pressing down against the top of his desk.

"Do you want me to stop, Shanice?" he growled at her.

"N-No," she groaned.

"What you want?" he asked.

"F-Fuck me... please," she begged him.

Damn! I'm looking at my wife bent over on Jonah's oak desk begging him to fuck her. I didn't have a lot of time to process it in my mind because Jonah looked down at her ass and spread-apart legs, his big black cock-head just barely inside her pussy lips. I didn't know when he had pushed his pants down but he obviously had and was now holding his cock at her entrance, rubbing it up and down barely inside her.

Then he moved his eyes back up her body to her face again where there was a low groan emanating from her mouth. Shanice was moving her lips like she was trying to say something, but the only sound coming out was that continuous moan. That is until Jonah lunged forward, and her face contorted even more and screamed, gripping the edge of the desk with white knuckles.

Jonah looked back down at where his cock was buried all the way inside her, balls tight to her pussy lips. "So hot, so wet!" he grunted.

I watched on our screen as my wife's pussy filled with Jonah's big, black cock was spread all the way across the screen. My hand was on my own cock, spreading the slippery pre-cum. He pulled out of her and slammed back in, making her body jerk. His eyes wandered all the way to the ceiling but I could tell every time he slammed his cock into her. Every time he did, I squeezed my own and pushed my hand down the base. He must have fucked my wife for the next ten minutes, occasionally looking at her contorted, screaming face and occasionally down at his wet, slippery cock sliding in and out of her.

I would have been frightened for her, but her face wasn't one in distress or agony, it was ecstasy. She was obviously relishing every one of his thrusts into her. I have to admit, I was too, almost like I was the one doing the thrusting. In a way I was. With every one of his thrusts, I thrust my cock through my hand to the base.

Addie's groaning was nearly continuous, more like a wail. I had no idea how many times she might have come, maybe even nonstop, her eyes tightly closed and her mouth twisted. I didn't last as long as Jonah. I exploded with my eyes tightly closed, only hearing the screams of ecstasy coming from my wife, filling the room through our four-channel stereo system.

Finally, Jonah ground into her one last time, his fingers dug into her hips and he roared as he came. Fortunately, I had managed to open my eyes in time to see the expression of lust on my wife's face as he came inside her.

A few moments later he pulled out of her and his cum, mixed with her pussy juices, trickled down her legs. He moved away leaving her, still collapsed and unmoving on the top of his desk.

Jonah pulled her up off the desk so she was standing. He straightened her hair out and pulled her dress down, barely covering her. "Now, my dear Shanice, you're going to go out there and find the best looking guy in the club and take him into one of the back rooms."

"You can do anything you want with him, except he can't touch that cunt... that's mine!" He went on, "One of my security guys will knock in a half-hour... one more thing, you're not to come. That's reserved for me."

"I need to clean up, first," she groaned.

"No, it's sexier the way you are."

Shanice only nodded. Jonah opened the door to the main room and my wife went back out among the crowd; that freshly fucked glow on her face, that ultra-short yellow dress, no panties, and cum running down her leg. I'd swear that those first few steps in his office I could hear the squishy noise of cum inside her pussy.

Jonah watched her, and so did I, walk across the room, straight to one guy in particular; a nice looking black guy; slim, a short Afro, not as tall as Jonah, but quite a bit darker. She talked to him for a brief moment, then took his hand and led him into a hallway on the other side of the room.

"Wish we could see what's going to happen in that room. I spect Samuel will have a good time for the next half-hour," Jonah said to himself, actually probably speaking to me, even though he couldn't know for sure if I was watching or not.

"Was hopin' she'd pick Samuel, he needs a good girl. Figured she would, though, best lookin' guy out there. Hate to do this to ya, Bud," he laughed again, "no I don't! I'm gonna shut my little camera off for the rest of the night. Want a little privacy with my Shanice tonight. Hope you enjoyed the little preview of the night to come. Think she'll probly come back from this little encounter, quite, shall we say, sexually aroused and we'll have a rather exhilarating night." Then in the midst of his laughter, the picture went black.

I sat and stared at the blackness. Shit, shit, shit! He wouldn't do this to me, I thought. Yeah, apparently, he would. I left the TV and stereo turned on and gathered a blanket and pillow to sleep on the couch, in front of the TV, just in case this was his practical joke.

I checked my watch and imagined what my wife was doing in the back room with someone she hadn't even met until that very minute. I wondered if what I was envisioning was even more extreme than what they were actually doing. I had read that there was a 'no touching' rule in strip clubs, but that probably didn't apply in the back rooms where there was privacy. I imagined her with her dress down off her shoulders baring her tits to him, his mouth devouring them; his pants down and his cock in her mouth, probably even coming in her mouth; maybe even completely naked with her legs spread open showing him her cum-filled pussy.

Then afterward, when I knew she'd be with Jonah again, would he be spanking her again, for some imagined wrong-doing? I feared what his idea of 'exhilarating' sex might be. I couldn't even imagine the kind of sex I'd already seen them have together, much less anything more-so. I was scared that she'd never again enjoy our boring, 'married-people sex'. I knew that even the most outlandish possibilities I could envision would seem tame and boring to her after two nights with Jonah.

I know I eventually went to sleep that night because I woke up in the morning. When I did wake up, I realized something fairly important. We had never discussed when her return flight to Boise was. Then I was scared that there would even be a return flight.

I checked the internet to find out what time any flights from Sacramento would get into Bose. There were only two, one at 8:15 in the morning and one at 4:45 in the afternoon. Then there were several that made other stops, through Portland, Salt Lake City etc. I presumed, hoped, that she'd be on one of the direct flights. Obviously, she wouldn't be on the 8:15 flight, so I planned to meet the 4:45 one.

I fretted all day, afraid to venture far from our living room in case a picture came back on. But it didn't. It sat there black all day, torturing me. Finally, at two-thirty, I got a text from Addie, "Flight at 4:45, love you," along with three happy faces.

I was at the airport at four and found the gate for the incoming flight from Sacramento. While I was waiting for her, I got a short text from Jonah, "New passcode, Shanice208942. Show her."

The plane arrived right on time. I could hardly wait for my wife to walk into the waiting area. When she did, she looked like my Adriana, the same as she'd looked two days earlier. I noticed right off that she was wearing different clothes, a pair of shorts that were split up the outer seam to where her panties would have been if she'd been wearing any and a blouse tied right below her bustline showing a bare mid-riff. She was beautiful... and sexy!

When she saw me she broke into a huge smile. I was nearly in tears with happiness to have my wife back again! She wrapped her arms around my neck and the first thing she whispered in my ear was, "Take me home and make love with me." I hugged her back just as tightly, anxious to do exactly that. I was sure that to onlookers, we were a couple who hadn't seen each other for weeks, if not months. Those two days apart felt like a year.

When she left, we both intended the first thing we did when she got home would be to pick up the kids. Now, though, we had a stop to make first. In a way, it seemed like the most important step in my life, to know if my wife was still who she was when she left.

I didn't tell her about the video I had been watching over the weekend. I was actually afraid to tell her how much I had seen. I was sure there was a lot she intended to never reveal. On the way home from the airport, about a half-hour drive, she asked me, "Did Kayla call you?"

She watched me for my reaction to Kayla's name. "She did," I told her, "but I had to put her off. I couldn't do it with you gone." I didn't tell her the real reason, that I had to be there to watch the video.

"So, how was your trip? Did you actually do it, the stripping?" I asked her.

Her face turned a little red and she nodded, "Like I said, I didn't have any choice. He wouldn't let me back out."

"But you tried?"

"I told him I couldn't do it, to please take me back to his house, that I didn't even want to go inside... but he's a man that doesn't take no for an answer."

"And?" I was almost afraid to be pretending to not know. She would find out soon that I had seen everything. But I had to know what she would tell me.

She took a deep breath and was watching me, probably afraid of my reaction. "We went in, sat there for probably an hour. I don't know if he wanted to let my nerves settle or put me more on edge, but that's what waiting did, made me more and more nervous. When the Deejay finally said my name, I was so scared I just wanted to run and hide."

I asked her, "What were you wearing?"

"A skirt and blouse, really nice ones. When I saw them on the bed I thought he'd changed his mind and was taking me to someplace special, an art gallery or maybe a concert, someplace really elegant." Her voice became almost a whisper, "That made it worse. I felt so out of place, almost like a princess. Then I had to take it off... a little at a time, in front of all those people." I noticed she didn't mention the vibrator inside her pussy.

I glanced over at her. Her eyes were closed and she looked like she was in another world... back on the stage, "I was so horny, all those people watching me undress and it felt so sexy..."

"You liked it, didn't you?"

She nodded, and in her small voice, barely audible, said, "Loved it, probably the most exhilarating thing I've ever done." After a short pause, added, "So turned on, so horny."

By then we were nearly to our street. Shanice, I thought, then corrected myself, Adriana, opened her eyes and looked around, smiling at the familiar surroundings; like she was back in a world she understood, where life was normal, where she had a family, a husband who loved her and two beautiful children. Everything didn't revolve around sex.

When we went into the house, she led me by the hand to our bedroom. "Undress me," she asked.

I did, starting with the knot at the bottom of her blouse, then I tickled her tummy several inches above her belly button, "About there?" I asked her. She giggled and I moved my fingers down a couple inches below her sexy little button, "Or maybe there?" I loved hearing my wife giggle again. I never saw her giggle with Jonah. That fact alone showed me that maybe he could dominate my wife's body, but I had her mind.

Then I began unbuttoning her blouse, starting at the bottom. Her arms were around my neck, eyes closed and a very pleasant smile was on her face. After the first two buttons, I slipped my hands under her blouse, massaging her bare breasts. God, she felt so good and it had been so long! I couldn't stop myself a second longer and kissed her. She tightened her grip around my neck, our lips smashed together and the tips of our tongues met. We stayed like that for what seemed like several minutes, passionately reuniting. She broke away and I heard the words, softly under her breath, "Love you."

We backed away from each other far enough that I could continue with the task of removing her blouse, finishing the buttons, then pushing it off her shoulders. She was naked underneath it and I reveled in her soft skin, almost like it was the first time she had been naked with me. I kissed down her neck, then down to a nipple and took it in my mouth and sucked while Addie scraped her hands through my hair and moaned. After allowing me to suckle on both her tender nipples, I heard her soft, feminine voice, "The rest, please."